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Michael Corner ([info]keepmike) wrote in [info]mockery_rpg,
@ 2008-02-29 23:12:00
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Open Thread
who Michael and... Anyone... please
where Flourish and Blotts
when 29 Feb 1999 around 6ish
status Incomplete
rating G

Sometimes Ravenclaws needed a book break. Other people needed coffee or alcohol or quidditch (well, all right, Michael could have used a good pick up game, but there weren't very many to play with in Hogsmeade), most Ravenclaws needed books. Michael and Anthony's room was nearly full of books, and Michael had taken to rotating their stock with his bookshelves at his parents house. He'd just finished his last, though, and there was nothing appealing in his bookshelf. He didn't feel right borrowing books from Hogwarts library anymore, so he'd given in to the need to apparate to Flourish and Blotts after work to replenish their book choices.

He pushed open the door and stepped out of the way, between the shelves, before pausing to inhale sharply. Paper and ink and newly unread books. He could never get enough of that smell. It was just as good as the smell of ancient tomes. He couldn't wipe the contented smile off his face as he began wandering up and down the aisle. Occasionally, he would reach out, fingers brushing against a spine almost tenderly, as he considered selecting a book, but he invariably moved on. He had plenty of time to wander and make the perfect selections.


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